When I was 15 I met the most wonderful man ever, or so I thought, and we hit it off. We began a relationship that I kept a secret from my parents. After about 2 months of being together, I was spending the night at a friend’s house and he called to say that he wanted to spend time with me at his house, I said okay and off we went. When we got there, we watched a movie with his family and once it was over they went to bed. He turned off the TV and we began to make out. He started to try to take off my pants and before I could say no, he shoved a hand towel in my mouth. Though I was as tall as he was he was much stronger than I and easily held me down while her raped me. When I tried to tell his family, they said I was his girlfriend and it was my duty to give him what he wants and if I went to the police my dad would lose his job and we would be run out of town. I am the fourth generation of women in my family that has been raped. I will be that last. Next time I will fight harder. Never again.